
AUTHOR POV
-- - dining room --
Currently, Dave, Davis, Jess, Teddy, and Drake have been in the dining room. Drake stood up to serve them.
“Why are you here, Drake? Where is Narita?” Dave notices Drake is busy serving fried rice, omelet, and crackers to each person.
“Sorry sir, Narita asked permission during these few months not to serve you, babysitting Karen from morning to evening, because there is a campus obligation that he must complete” Drake replied.
“You gave him permission?”
“Iya, Sir. Sorry, I think no problem, because Narita promises to keep preparing breakfast for you and Karen, Tuan” Drake has finished serving all the food, so we will continue to prepare breakfast, and now he took a few steps back and stood up straight as if he were being interrogated.
“Please, Drake!” snapped Dave with a loud tone and stared intently at Drake.
“Ma-ma-ma-sorry, Mr.” Drake trembled at the change in attitude of his master.
“For me Karen needs are the most important. You think Narita's absence has no effect on Karen's psychology?” Dave had not eaten his fried rice but still had his emotions bubbling at Drake.
“Kak, stop! I know that Narita is only part time here, his main task is college. If you accept him to work here, it means you have to accept the consequences as now. Don't be selfish, brother! He has a life of his own, his future is graduated from college S3” Davis who from earlier silent, now began to speak up. Meanwhile, Jess still doesn't care about the debate, she's engrossed in eating her fried rice.
Dave seemed silent after hearing Davis's words. He seemed to be thinking about the truth of what his sister had said. Then without eating his fried rice, Dave stood up violently until the chair he sat in quickly and loudly shifted to the back. On a brisk walk towards the stairs when he should have gone out like a routine is usually straight to work.
“Drake, take me to Karen's room!” Dave turned his back and continued up the stairs, knowing Karen was still in his room.
Now Dave is standing in front of Karen's room with Drake behind her. But when Dave was about to open the door handle, he turned a little to the room next to Karen's room, Narita's room. His eyes were perfectly rounded watching some paper bags containing expensive items he bought yesterday at the mall, just lying on the front floor of the room door. Dave did not open the door but instead directly faced the goods by folding both hands on the chest.
“Why are those items still there?” Dave pointed at the paperbag on the floor using his chin.
“Owhh it's Sir, mmmm,,, Narita said it's not got him” Drake replied nervously.
“You know how much those things cost? If he didn't want to, why was he left lying on the floor? Tell him to appreciate the goods!”
“Tell him to meet me with those things!” said Dave ketus then immediately went into Karen's room.
NARITA POV
Meanwhile in a separate place, I had arrived at the office recommended by Prof. Mark and Prof. Stanly to do temporary work or easy term internship. Considering that my trip to the office was quite decent, I had to walk away from home to the bus stop, then continued to take the bus with a good distance as well and took a long time of course, of course, so I purposely left the house early in the morning. Apparently, in the office is still quiet even though there are already some people who pass by.
After waiting for about 30 minutes, then I saw two beautiful girls, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, with a neat hairdo like a flight attendant, and I saw two girls, and the blazer-style work clothes that they were very comfortable wearing, had been standing behind the reception desk. His hands were busy as if he was preparing something. Not waiting long, I immediately approached him.
“Excuse me, my name is Narita, I have an appointment with Mr. Adam from Marketing. Where should I go?” for a second moment, stop the activity and look at me.
Both of them did not answer immediately, they still pay attention to my appearance from top to bottom and then up again. I don't know what they're thinking, it looks like they're judging my appearance.
Yes, I always wear a broad veil. Even though I was wearing a blazer, it didn't seem to be because it was covered in my wide headscarf. Currently I am wearing a dark brown blazer, combined with a light brown pleated skirt, my shoes are wearing light brown pantofel with wide heels with a height of only about 4 cm only, while my hijab is dark brown in line with my blazer color. I carry a local Indonesian brand bag that is dark brown in line with my blazer color. I realized that my appearance did not show an office worker in this country.
“Can I request his identity?” then I handed over my identity card and exchanged it with the identifier ‘tamu’.
After that, he asked me to scan the barcode, and I started filling out the list of fillings I had to complete. After my data came in at the receptionist's application, a receptionist invited me to follow a man who seemed to have been called by a receptionist to take me in.
Along the way, neither of us opened the conversation. In the elevator, he pushed the number 10. In the elevator there were several people besides the two of us, so yeah not awkward very sie. Arriving at the 10th floor, the elevator door opened, she walked in front of me and I behind her. We passed through a large room on the right and left lined with cubical work areas. Some people have been there occupying the cubicle, but some cubicles look empty, maybe they haven't come.
After that, we arrived in a room that was bounded by full glass. The man opened the door handle, then allowed me to sit on the sofa inside the large room.
“Please sit! Mr. Adam has not yet arrived, but he has told me that you have come, told to wait here!”
“Thank you” then she left and closed that door back.
I actually feel uncomfortable being in someone's room alone like this, but yasudah. In a sitting position, my eyes swept all over the room. There is a large table and throne chair that looks comfortable. On the table was a signboard and I was surprised to find out that the person who was recommended by Prof. Mark is General Manager. Well GM class is the room as cool as this, especially the Director?
Then behind the chair there are several book cabinets, at the end of the room there are hangers to hang a suit or bag or hat or anything. All the furniture in the room looks very luxurious, with shades that are very integrated with each other.
While I was still enjoying one piece of furniture in the room, suddenly the door of the room opened and there appeared a man about 40 years old, big tall, with a slightly protruding stomach, wearing executive clothes, complete with ties and jass and carrying a bag that I can estimate how much.
“Narita?” he greeted me with a smile and then approached his chair, placed the bag on the small table beside his chair and walked over to me.
I called his name, spontaneously stood up and returned his smile while saying “Iya Pak. Hmm Mr Adam?” ask me back.
“My name is Adam Braxton” he reached out his hand, then I greeted with my hand “I am Narita Prameswari”. With a gesture of hand, Adam invited me to sit back.
We also talked for a long time about my intentions and goals there. Then after Mr. Adam called the HR department, soon someone who seemed to be from the HR department came to the room.
Accompanied by Mr. Adam and the man from the HR department, I was shown my desk which for several months will be my desk. After that, Mr. Adam said goodbye to return to his room while the HR man had taken me to the end of the room where there are tables and minimalist chairs.
He handed me the map, I asked him to study the apprenticeship agreement and then signed if there was nothing to question or question. Long enough I read it, because it consists of several sheets with very small writing. There were a few things I asked and the man answered, until I finally signed it.
“Alright, please return to your cubicle. I'm sorry!” he said it then and I didn't forget to say thank you.